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I thought that you had my back.

Uh…
I rack my mind trying to find where I went wrong
Was I choosy, was I just selfish?
Putting my thoughts, my wants above all?
All this time I thought that you had my back.
Blinded by the thought that you would be there to catch me when I slip.
Guess I was just cheating myself thinking you’ll be there every step.
And in return I would to the same when my time came.
All this time, I actually thought that you had my back.
What a dumb move Ted. You need to remember, in this world everyone think of no one but number one, and you ain’t it.
You are freaking liability. Anchor that just drags people behind.
I bet you didn’t even realise it.
It’s time to wake up and face fate.
There’s no time to shade tears and self pity.
All this time, damn, you never had my back.
It’s to wake and move on… Prepare for the road up ahead.
It’s not gonna be an easy road.
A loner, but remember, forgive but never forget.
Your past doesn’t define you. Forge on a path that they’ll never forget. For now It’s truly you against the world.
I will never forget, you never had my back.
D.

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She…

On a cold evening, she seats by the window.
Casting her gaze on the tattooed pages absorbing every bit of knowledge she can.
Occasionally glancing at the horizon as the sun set. Embers of a dying light creep through the cracks of dark cotton like clouds.
She shifts her posture causing her cardigan to fall of on her left shoulder revealing her scared ebony skin… Damn she’s irresistible…
She….

Dare To Dream Bigger

I pose this question to you all. Where does your imagination end? Ambitions, dreams, Hope… Do they end once you’ve finally gotten that which you wanted? Is that it? Nothing more? Well, I suppose that journey must have been tiring, exhausting even. Yeah now just relax and enjoy that feeling, accomplishment, entitlement… right?

Am gonna speak my mind here for a bit. Am not saying I have accomplished much but that is hardly important in this post. I want to remind you of the good old days, back when you watched your first Star Wars movie and your mind was blown to bits. Eh! Get it now? ThisĀ  world has too many of the same professions that the possibility of you being recognized is highly diminished.

However, out there, the possibilities are endless. You could be anything you want…anything. Hero, villain, Business Mogul… adventurer, and so on. And now you are wondering why I would suggest such a dream when we can’t even send a hundred people to the moon and back. Now here my answer… we can’t. Anticlimactic ain’t it.

Well a simple solution to it all. Once you’ve finished enjoying that accomplished feeling that you so deserve, get back on that desk, go back to the drawing, because you never know, your work could be the next thing used as the stepping stone to that space adventure which will lead to more adventure. “Following the light of the sun, we left the Old World” Christopher Columbus

I don’t have a title for this so read

Hey hey… Am back… Sorry I took so long… Writer’s block.. Anyway if you guys have any suggestions for the title, write up… I’ll do it right away šŸ‘ˆšŸ‘

Boom! The sound lingers in the air like like a bomb in an unending hallway.

Boom boom! Again pulsing as it vibrates to my ear. Only louder each turn

Time slows to a standstill yet hasten its pace to cause a blur reality.

Eyes meet and time froze. A second maybe more felt eternal yet felt right to be in that moment.

Excitement wells in the realization of an undiscovered adventure about to unfold as I stare at her. One I honestly wouldn’t want to miss.

It only gets better when you recognise the same thing in her as a smile draws itself making her all the more beautiful.

Alas! A longing stirs for the realization that the moment is about to pass and a story, a fairy tale perhaps averted. A sad possibility,but one easily fixed.

And so a new book begins.

I walk up to her and say, “hello… Am  Ted… ” 

JealousĀ 

Am jealous of the rain

That fall upon your skin,

It’s closer than my hand have been,

Oh am jealous of the rain…

Am jealous of the light,

That makes your day so bright,

Yeah, i wish i could be the reason for this,

But, I look to you for my light. 

I thought that I’d be done, though,

My heart breaks in silent, as I seat through the night’s breeze.

And I thought that I would move on, but, I ended up giving in.

Cause you all I want, and I knew from the very first moment.

I feel like I lost my track and I can’t get back on,… Hhhhh…

My tribute to labrinth’s song, Jealous 

Good bad girlĀ 

Hello, nice to meet ya, 

I’ve been walking these streets and I think I have seen ya

And damn, you got me singing, Hell yeah! 

Now girl, I know you’re trying to show me that halo on your head. 

But you should know am interested when you let that devil come out and play instead 

As you move around dancing on the floor

Know that am sitting here watching you show that glow. 

And I know there’s more to see so girl step on close

Let me look at you, mmmh! Turn around. Stop. That’s a good pose.

Baby close the door, how about that private show. 

You know that I like it when you dance up close. 

Cause you do it so beautifully. 

But girl know that you are perfect for me

Not cause you’re pretty , obviously. 

But by how you process mentally. 

That’s when that halo takes over

And to my heart resistance is futile 

So I just want to say, you are my good bad girl

Self

Who are you? 

Who are you, really? 

A question you’ve asked yourself or been asked before. 

Am sure your answer will pop up immediately, without thinking much. 

After all, you know yourself, right? 

Am not so sure… 

Every time  you ask yourself this question, you always have a different answer. 

So… Do you know yourself, truly? 

Sometimes I find myself questioning my actions,… 

We as humans are so conflictive we tend to lose our compass. 

When the necessary is needed to be done, we check our morality at the door

Yet when the same actions are done to us, we call call our assailants cowards, 

Hypocrites, that’s what we are. 

Are we the better evil, maybe… Maybe not. 

So I give you this exercise before you depart… 

Ask yourself, really ask yourself, “who are you? Saint or sinner”

If you are honest with yourself, you’ll come to realize just like I did, the answer is not found here. 

You would know, in that self righteous bravado, that a demon of your own fashion lies 

Or an angel that lights that needed candle in the dark night. 

You think you’d know that answer at your finger tips, but every time, every action seem to veer off your seeming path. 

You know what you’ve done, but do you know what you will do? 

Again, I ask, who are you? 

The statementĀ 

I’m bringing it down, am bringing it hard, 

My bro right now is not time to argue, 

No time to bark, no time to go by rules, 

We growling and watching waiting for you to start it. 

You messed up now we are about to get some action. 

Starting a brawl with me, you think that will make you great, listen, be grateful please I don’t take you seriously. 

Just go home and play with your action figures, and let the grown ups get some actions figured. 

My Whiskey girlĀ 

I find myself at a bar at 1.00am in the morning. 

Downing the next shot of whiskey,

I know its wrong drink that much, but I just can’t get enough

The world is spinning the feeling is great and the world is colorful. 

The bartender is only too happy to give me more for he gains profits out of me.

I walk out of the bar, at least I was mostly on my feet, 

I ventured the city Nairobi where the street lights shone bright, like the stars where a stone throw away. 

Crab walking in the pavements of the street, people stare but I don’t care as I shuffle on through. 

Singing to the top of my lungs with a whiskey bottle wrapped around it, thinking am Lois Armstrong. Man was I wrong! 

Finally I settle down at a public bench in Kenyatta Avenue across GPO. 

A few minutes pass as l drift away to lala land. “fun night?” came from the most melodic voice as some lady sat next to me. 

Still daze, “My mom told me not to speak to strangers” I said with a smirk, she chuckled and I swear I saw her eye glow. 

“You really want to lead with that line.” she said

“well, it was either that or you are so damn pretty.” 

“Ha! You should have used that”

“Yeah but it would be too cheesy, but got you to laugh, didn’t I? 

“yeah you did…. ”

Dialogue continued… 

But as I sent more time with her, I wanted to stay with her longer, 

Smart and fun but most importantly interesting. 

I didn’t even realize that I was sobering up. 

A thought rang in my mind, as i stare at her as she talk, ‘this is great’. 

And she kind of just disappeared from sight and found a homeless guy staring at me with a puzzled look. 

Confused I looked around for her but gone she was. And I knew it, from the look of that homeless guy, it was plenty clear.

With a laugh I walked away towards home feeling both elated and dissatisfied. Maybe I get stupid drunk again I might, just might, just…

Dance in the rain

Stuck in the rain with no shelter. What else can a man do but to despair… 

Wrong! What you got to do is blow up and feel the rain down, bare. 

You have to know that it’s God’s blessing to receive the rain that erodes away the pain that you so complain.

Look at it this way, you are not the only one who goes through strain.

So for a second, stop thinking and enjoy the moment that went to its way to get to you. 

I suggest you dance like Marcus Huston in ‘Stomp the Yard’, and embrace the day that is ever changing like a dance. 

So be fluid and let them troubles erase away. 

A wise man said, holding a cup of water is easy, but holding a cup of water the whole day is taxing